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Another shooting in the south-east side.
This is a drive by, mid-day, outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin.
Or near there
Not far from the park
About a block from where the other shooting was last month.
Or was it last week?
Shots were fired from an SUV heading northbound,
East town, a target, a rival,
but they didn't hit the target this time
They hit a kid we think had nothing to do with it
And I travel backwards through time
and space and I disintegrate, become invisible
I want to see it where I couldn't when it happened
I want to see it all first hand this time.
I want to know what it felt like.

So I float behind the police lines, reconstruct the scene in fragments of memories.
I want to know what his mother looked like up close,
I want to see her leaning over his body.
So I float there, transcend time.
I want to capture it accurately
I want to know what the colour of the blood was spilling out from the tarp
onto the concrete
I want to write it all down so that I can always remember.
If you could see it up close,
how could you ever forget how senseless death, how precious life.
I want to be there when the bullet hit.
And the crowd poured as the shots drowned into sirens,
out of their houses now and over front yards,
all the way up to the place where the police tape ran to mark the crime scene.
Everybody was trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening,
of what was going on between the ambulance and all the cop cars.
Everybody gossiping, "Whose kid got hit? Where'd it hit him? And who could've fired it?"
Everybody wondering, "How did it happen again? And is he dead? These children. Our kids."
Everybody wondering how far they were from where the victims lived.
And I visit them, their houses.
Inside my dream I visit them
My spirit, soaring high and high up over King Park,
leaves the crime scene, travels further back
till far before the shooting,
through their windows,
to their living rooms.
I see them younger this time, playing games and doing homework.
All these marks of youth transformed coldly into stone for fights and stupid feuds.
For ruins wrapped in gold.
And I cruelly recall why I have come: to find a reason.
But there cannot be a reason, not for death, not like this.
Not like this.
Three days later they make funeral plans.
The family.
Three days later, a mother had to bury her son.
Not far away, the shooter hold up in a towel near to the highway with a friend and the gun.
That same gun.
He'd fled immediately but was identified by witnesses, his picture was on TV.
Only 20 years old, they called him "Grandpa."
He was older than the others by a year, maybe two.
He was safe for a while until somebody saw him there
and notified the authorities who surrounded the hotel,
first arresting an accomplice while attempting to flee
then chasing him up the staircase to the floor where he'd stayed.
He closed the door hard behind him, locked himself in the room.
They could've kicked in the door but knew the gun was still with him,
one he'd already used and so they feared what he'd do.
I floated up through the window of a room to the west.
I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in.
I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
His uncle began begging and pleading, half collapsed to the floor.
He preached of hope and forgiveness,
said, "There is always a chance to rectify what you've taken, make your peace in the world."
I thought to slip through the door, I could've entered the room.
I felt the burden of murder,
it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing.
Then we heard him speak.
"Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven 'cause I killed that kid?
It was an accident, I swear! It wasn't meant for him!
And if I turn it to me, if I even it out, can I still get in, or will they send me to Hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?"
I left the hotel.
Don't want to know how it ends.
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Lyrics submitted by emily shelburg.

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La Dispute, formed in 2004, is five close friends from Grand Rapids, Michigan with a firm passion for the concept of music and art as a medium for making new friends. As a result, La Dispute makes (or strives to make) music that is both artistically, technically, and emotionally engaging in hopes of establishing legitimate connections with any and all interested people, while encouraging dialogue between those people and themselves about things in life that truly matter and that truly last. La Dispute also carries a firm passion for the relevance of a live show, both for the bands involved and for the people in attendance, and will go to the grave believing that the environment created when strangers come together despite their differences to celebrate one important thing is invaluable and should not under any circumstances be taken for granted.
Their style combines elements of post-hardcore and screamo in a very experimental way to something that can hardly be put into a single genre.

Releases:
Vancouver(2006),
Untitled 7" (2008)
Here, Hear (2008, released in a mini-disc format)
Here, Hear II (2008, released as a 7")
Here, Hear III (2009, released as a digital dowload)
Searching for a Pulse/the Worth of the World Split with Touché Amoré (2010, released as a 7")
Never Come Undone Split with Koji (2011)

Their first LP,Somewhere at the Bottom of the River Between Vega and Altair, was released November 11, 2008. The album was recorded at Studiotte in Grand Rapids by Joel and Troy Otte.

In late 2011 they released their second LP called Wildlife which has also been added as an accompaniment to the #224 issue of the german "Visions" music magazine.

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